I inhaled the lovely fumes the burning corpse gave off. Never in my entire life have I felt as proud of myself as I did now. My laughter carried on. Naruto fell to his knees, feeling useless. That's exactly what he was. All I did was break his fingers; he could still move around and everything. Or he could have at least TRIED to save Shikamaru, and put up some kind of a fight. This was too easy, oh well, I least my deed was done. I looked to Naruto, not laughing. I frowned. His face expression was so terrified, it was annoying. I walked up to him, and he flinched when I was in his face.
"You're so annoying. Cowering in my shadow like a child. Why are you still alive? Why don't you do everyone a favor and kill your useless self." He looked like he was about to cry, I don't need to see that. I turned and walked back to the entrance of the village. When I finally reached it, I looked back. Taking a good long one at the village I would NEVER call home.
The next day, I somehow got ahold of some information. Naruto committed suicide last night. He hung himself from the Hokage Mansion's roof railing. Saying something like how he would never accomplish anything or help anyone, how pathetic. Instead of taking the easy way out, he could have tried to prove that statement wrong.
Naruto always liked shortcuts, but I didn't think that he would do something so degrading. When I suggested that he go kill himself, I wasn't expecting him to really do it. Maybe next time, when I give "good" advice, I should tell them to just prove me wrong, because I don't like suicides. It's not because it's a sorrowful time or anything, it just shows me you were weak and that I should have killed you myself.
I walked down a dirt path, a road to nowhere. A girl intervened, a girl who looked exactly like me, minus the crazy, tired-looking part. She wore a dark grey jacket, zipped up, with dark blue jeans and the regular black ninja shoes. Her hairstyle was over the right eye, just like me, and a high ponytail to hold up her silky black hair. However, her eyes were light blue, just like Mother's, while mine were blood-red.
She just stood there, looking at me, waiting. What exactly was she waiting for? She tilted her head to the right, "Don't you recognize me?" She asked. I shook my head, but I did the math. This had to be Fara, my younger sister, the one I abandoned to Father's beatings and other disturbing things. The one that was known as "the sister of the crazy rouge ninja." She gave me a disappointed look. It tore my heart in two to see her like this. To bare the thought of her suffering, the suffering that was far greater than my own, was so depressing.
I swallowed back my emotions, choking on them. She finally let out some feeling, a smile on her face. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?" She asked. "Too long, Fara." She was shocked at how quickly I figured out who she was. And yet, there was something great that she was holding back. My face showed no emotion, I even hid my curiosity. She chuckled. Okay, maybe she has been going a little crazy too. Laughing for no reason usually leads to that conclusion.
She started walking slowly towards me, I didn't move. She kept laughing, "Isn't it hard to believe that we're sisters? That you were born just a few minutes before me? That you were the one who was treasured?" Her smile disappeared, she started glaring. The hatred in her eyes shot me like a bolt of lightning. Her steps were still slow, but still approaching.
"How is it that you were so blind to what you had? That you had the love that I craved, but never received? Even father loved you in many ways, yet you couldn't appreciate that?"
"That bastard had no right to do those things! If he truly knew what love was, he would have known that, showing your love, does NOT mean expressing it to your children in inappropriate ways or beating them to the ground!" She was shocked at my sudden outburst. She stopped walking for a moment, but then continued, in a rather hasty way. The hatred flared in her eyes.
I started taking a few steps backward. "You have no idea, you have no idea what happened after you left! I finally got the love that I always wanted, even if it meant being robbed of my innocence. The love hurt, bruises and aches. But, at least I got what I so desperately needed." I forget about hiding my emotions and let horror cover my face. "What did he do to you?" I questioned.
She finally reached me, face to face. Eye to eye. A smile flashed on her face, "He, loved me. And when he got the visit from the Saki, he was as lovable as a kitten." Oh my Jashin, this poor soul thinks that love came from horrid places, such as our father. I grabbed hold of the rosary around my neck, and then I prayed to the great Lord Jashin. May you be easy towards this one? For this one has suffered greatly, in many different ways. This one may not be a believer, or may be converted, but this one is special, and deserves a leader such as you. Let you be obliged to gain another, another soul as pure as this one's.
I let loose of the rosary.
I grabbed the handle of my sword that was hiding safely within its holster. Fara saw me change into the defensive. She smiled, but never took her eyes off of mine. I figured I could change the subject, and get my thoughts out of this nightmare. "So, why'd you come searching for me?" She chuckled again. "You're not that hard to find, Kakina. You think you're so sly. However, the fact remains that, you leave a trail wherever you go. It's easy to find, and quite frankly, sticks out. People can always tell where you're going to go next. Or at least, I can, because I know you. Or, I thought I did."
She took a deep breath, calming herself down. "You've changed, dramatically. When we were kids, you were the kindest person ever. Even if those kids bullied you, you put them in their place. You were the person I looked up to. The shoulder I could cry on. The one I could depend on to jump in before a fight or save me from trouble. I use to want to be just like you, you were my idol. You were my sister, my best friend. But, ever since that one night when you hung out with Okatai, you were never the same."
She paused. Okatai, the name rang in my ears. He was my first friend, my first REAL friend. And he was always there for me, whether it was in a fight, or if I wanted to cheat on a test. He was my whole reason for living; my family was just a loose end, ready to break off. We went everywhere together, brewing up some kind of trouble. There was one time that I remember as clear as day. One night, when we were mature enough to know what we really wanted, he told me his dream. He wanted to be with me always, go where I wanted to go, do what I wanted to do. He said he was in love with me, and I believed him.
However, I didn't know what love was. I had the idea it was what father had done to me, and I didn't want that same thing with someone else. I told him those exact words, and his heart broke. He was so concerned, I never saw him so serious. I told him everything, with my father, my problems, and my weakness. He found a solution to all of them, and after that, our friendship strengthened. That night, I had my first kiss. It was with Okatai. We stood in a field of flowers, the breeze flowing by. The sky clear of any clouds, and the leaves were carried away. He and I just finished busting holes in the weapon shop's walls.
Out of breath, and emotions running high, we flopped into the bed of flowers. We stared at each other a bit. I'll never forget his face. Those baby blue eyes staring back at me. His soft dark blue hair, the same length of Naruto's. He always had wrapping around his head, covering his forehead, I don't know why; I guess he just liked it that way. And even if it was cold out, he wore a sleeveless black shirt, with matching black, baggy shorts that went down to his knees. He too wore the regular black ninja shoes. His specialty was fire and water. But, only he had the one ability that could kill me. He swore he would never tell anyone my weakness. And we promised each other that we would only kill each other if we completely lost it.
The sun was shining brightly, nearly blinding me. But he arched himself up with his elbow, blocking the light. My heart was pounding, racing. When he leaned down and our lips met, my feelings for him flourished. After a while, we parted. Then we decided to get back to the village. Unfortunately, it was raining before we got there. I couldn't understand how, there weren't any clouds in the sky. We rushed for cover as the storm got stronger. When we huddled next to a tree, the wind pushed him to the ground. Then, a lightning bolt struck him where he was. I darted to where he was after the blow. But there was nothing there, just a burned hole in the ground.
I cried, dashing home. I always held myself accountable for that mistake. If it weren't for me, Okatai could have been alive right now. I snapped back to reality. Fara noticed my sudden shock. I said while holding back tears, "That doesn't answer my question." She sighed, "I came here to kill you, Kakina."